One autumn evening, a new discord arose. It wasn’t a scream or a brawl. It was a lack of sound. From the Undercroft, the city’s subterranean slums, a silence spread like a stain. People didn’t argue or laugh or weep. They simply stopped. They stood in doorways, mouths slightly open, eyes glazed, as if the song inside them had been plucked out by a careless hand.
"You’re breaking the Harmony," Elara said, her hand resting on the Tuneblade’s hilt. The blade began to warm, sensing her intent.
The Guild Masters were baffled. "A dissonance cascade," they called it. "Send the Silencer."